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well i can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of america i imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying

and that underground heroes of the tarmac shoot smack were blowing up worlds and d*mned out loud hey can you tell me how does it feel?

yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second doin’ anything that you don’t have to? well that’s what i’m accustomed to, so ‘hooray for me’ and f*ck you

when i slept with stony faces on the riverbank my angel devil reveler shook me desperately in dying i don’t exactly want to apologize for anything, and now we’re all mad and tangled, in secret rooms, with roman candles on an endless graveyard train

yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second doin’ anything just ‘cuz you want to? well, that’s just what i do, so ‘hooray for me’ and f*ck you

yeah, i was dreaming through the ‘how’s life’ yawning car back at that night, she told me ‘mad and meaningless as ever’ and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme for a million crying corpses in their tragedy, of respectable existence

tell me, can you imagine, for a second doin’ everythin’s you ever wanted to? well, that’s just what i do, so ‘hooray for me’

oh, yeah, i’m not respectable, and never sensible may be incredible so d*mned irascible i like the things i do so ‘hooray for me’ and f*ck you